The drums beat fast and the ale flowed even faster. In a small cave on Nishrek in the plane of Acheron a tribe consisting heavily of halfblooded-orcs stoked the fire high and shoved each other around in circles to heavy beats and the screaming of small and cute animals being stretched in musical synchronisation.
Vorgazar smacked down a pair of long dead kittens as if they were drum sticks into a large percussion drum. His brothers Gorgunz and Worgza grabbed him up and hoisted him into the air whilst he tore the head off one of the kittens with a bite from his massive tusked mouth.
His father, Gorga a pure blood orc chief raised his axe and cut the air with it. The whole cave fell silent.
“Tomorrow my son Vorgazar is take himz fith wife. I is very happy. All mine sonz is big and strong and not take no shyte from no one, even if dems is half bluudz.”
From a nearby table and a cackle of orc woman a very dirty and very hefty human woman with red platted hair stood up and tossed a half eaten pig head at the chief.
The orcs all laughed. Gorga watched the bloody head bat off his breastplate and hit the floor. “Womanz youz gonna get such a spankin later.” He licked a tusk and growled in her direction. All the orc women burst out laughing and pulled the human lady back to her seat in their little corner of the cave.
“ALE!” Cried the chief!
“ALE” Cried the orcs and more kegs rolled in through the cave entrance.
Vorgazar dropped down and charged across the cave picking up a barrel and turning it upside down above him.
Dark ale glugged out the barrel covering his face, more spilt than drunk.
“RRROOOAAAARRGGHH!!”
As the keg ran dry he smashed it down into the floor shattering the thing to pieces.
Zorgok the chiefÂ’s shaman, a blue skinned orc covered in strange totem articles and exotic tattoos raised his staff in the centre of the cave.
A brilliant red light filled the room and clouds of very herbal smelling smoke erupted from small pots around the cave edges. As the orcs got more stoned and drunk and beaten up the party degraded into a chaotic blur.
Vorgazar hoisted his shaman friend up on his shoulder and began to run around the room with him. The shaman was not happy.
“Put me downz!”
His words blurred into the din.
VorgazarÂ’s brothers jumped onto him and the whole lot fell in a pile.
It was at this point that the shaman went berserk. “Look whut youz fools is did!”
On the floor his gem pouch lay spilled all over the ground. Vorgazar cheered and grabbed a handful of gems. Holding them up and cheering.
The shaman lost his patience and unleashed a spell. A strange blue light erupted from his staff and illuminated Vorgazar.
Everyone cheered at the light show but then something strange happened. Vorgazar began to shrink to a tiny size, the intended result of the spell, but the gems in his hand started to react with the magical energies of the spell and the concoction of drugs in the air and in his body. The miniaturised half orc watched as lightening buzzed from stone to stone and finally his whole body began to get sucked feet first into a rogue stone.
As he disappeared completely the stone turned grey and fell into dust.
The whole room went silent.
The shaman stood staring at the pile of dust and gems.
“WHUT DA FOOK!” Screamed the chief.
“No wait, I can get himz b…”
The shaman was cut off before he could finish his words, literally cut off, as Gorgunz took his head clean off in a single swipe from his axe.
Vorgazar stirred, his head pounded and his body ached. “Ale…” he begged. He opened one eye slightly realising he was not in the caves of Nishrek anymore.
The sounds of a city and hustle bustle were around him.
The half-orc sat up and banged his head on the underneath of a table that he was lying beneath.
“ALE!” he cried as he dragged himself out from underneath the table. To his delight he was in some kind of bar. What’s the chances, he thought. He dragged himself up and around the bar getting in a small fight with a flag as he did so. The barman ignored the orc blood until he had the manners to ask politely.
Vorgazar picked up some old half finished pints on the bar, one buzzing with flies and glugged them down.
“Crunch crunch crunch.”
The orc was not bothered.
“Where da fook is I?” he asked to a lady at the bar. The woman shuffled away slightly. “Your in Sigil.”
“SIGIL! Whut da fook!”
Vorgazar - An Orcish Perspective.
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“My my, what a delicious morsel approaches me, no doubt it wishes to ravish my beautiful body.”
The hag spouted her usual line at SigilÂ’s newest arrival, but this time was different. This young lad was different than most.
“Hell yeah, howz youz been beutiful.” The half-orc said followed with some taunting kissy kiss noises.
The market place fell silent. Heads turned and expensive items hit the floor.
“Oh a live one!” Retorted the hag.
“So, whuts a beautiful womanz like youz doin in a shyte hole like dis eh?”
The half-orcÂ’s charisma at this point was working itÂ’s hardest. The hag wasnÂ’t picky though.
“Oh it’s a long story, how about you come back to my little shack and I tell you all about it. You big strong man you.”
She cackled with delight and twirled a ratty bit of hair with her wrinkled green hand.as he affectionately pinched her long green and warty chin in his hand and jiggled her mouth open and closed in some kind of self satisfying foreplay.
“OH YEAH!” The Half-orc adjusted his cod piece heavily and licked a tusk.
Without hesitation he grabbed Layla the herbalist by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder, the one not peppered with spikes and carried her swiftly away to her ... shack.
Later that afternoon Layla returned to her stall in the market walking a little more bow legged than usual and with hair a little more matted and disheveled looking than usual. Her skin bearing a hint more youth than usual after consuming a good dose of vitality from the young male.
Vorgazar followed, staggering back into KhazeetÂ’s bar in nothing but his dirty and suspiciously stained long jons and sat down exhausted.
“Ale! …. Ale and pie! Fook I hungry. Dat womanz is love a bit of da orc toooo much.”
From across the market the herbalist leaned against her stall casually smoking something, and offered Vorgazar a contented nod and a wink whilst licking her dried and wrinkled lips.
The hag spouted her usual line at SigilÂ’s newest arrival, but this time was different. This young lad was different than most.
“Hell yeah, howz youz been beutiful.” The half-orc said followed with some taunting kissy kiss noises.
The market place fell silent. Heads turned and expensive items hit the floor.
“Oh a live one!” Retorted the hag.
“So, whuts a beautiful womanz like youz doin in a shyte hole like dis eh?”
The half-orcÂ’s charisma at this point was working itÂ’s hardest. The hag wasnÂ’t picky though.
“Oh it’s a long story, how about you come back to my little shack and I tell you all about it. You big strong man you.”
She cackled with delight and twirled a ratty bit of hair with her wrinkled green hand.as he affectionately pinched her long green and warty chin in his hand and jiggled her mouth open and closed in some kind of self satisfying foreplay.
“OH YEAH!” The Half-orc adjusted his cod piece heavily and licked a tusk.
Without hesitation he grabbed Layla the herbalist by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder, the one not peppered with spikes and carried her swiftly away to her ... shack.
Later that afternoon Layla returned to her stall in the market walking a little more bow legged than usual and with hair a little more matted and disheveled looking than usual. Her skin bearing a hint more youth than usual after consuming a good dose of vitality from the young male.
Vorgazar followed, staggering back into KhazeetÂ’s bar in nothing but his dirty and suspiciously stained long jons and sat down exhausted.
“Ale! …. Ale and pie! Fook I hungry. Dat womanz is love a bit of da orc toooo much.”
From across the market the herbalist leaned against her stall casually smoking something, and offered Vorgazar a contented nod and a wink whilst licking her dried and wrinkled lips.
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Two figures paced their way across the surface of Nishrek, the dark skies of Acheron sparkled above them with hundreds of thousands of metal cuboids turning and bumping into each other in the darkness.
From a heavy sprint Vorgazar quickly turned and grabbed Vorgazelle in a tight embrace and the two of them fell hard into a trench, at that second a massive metal cube maybe thirty foot wide pounded down into Nishrek where they were running. The metallic clang was deafening and echoed for miles around.
As the cube rose and floated away back into the dark the two orc bloods sat up from in their little trench. Both covered in iron dust and looking a little worse for wear.
“Fook it!”
“Fook it!”
Echoed from both their mouths in short succession.
A moment to gather themselves and the two started to pace once more towards their destination.
“Is near.” Said Vorgazar
“I know.” Said Vorgazelle
“I know youz know so shut up.” Said Vorgazar.
“Den why youz say dat?” Said Vorgazelle.
“I forgetz okayz!!! Fook sake.”
The two looked at each other with a smirk as they picked up the pace now. Ahead of them a cliff edge approached. The two punched off the edge with their feet still kicking through the air as the dark skies of Acheron opened up before them. Off the edge of the cube they flew out into the darkness. Gravity began to pull them down and as the new face of the cube flew passed and upwards behind them as they fell. Down became forwards and backwards became down and they started to decend towards the cube again.
Both of them leaned forwards screaming with elation as they came downwards and hit the ground running into their tribes own territory. Their running slowed and ahead they could see a small patrol of orcs wearing bulky armours and bearing all manner of large and cumbersome weaponary. A little further beyond, a rough structure sculpted from raw iron served as a simple barricade wall around the top of a crater.
“Noggus!” Shouted Vorgazar as he saw a friend amongst the orcs.
“Hey da, ooh youz bring womanz!” The orcs all perked up to look at Vorgazelle.
Suddenly they all brandished their weapons.
“Is dat a fookin elf?” one said.
“Is look bit like orcish elf…” Said another.
“Shut da fook up!” Said Vorgazar as Vorgazelle knocked one of the orcs unconscious with a single punch.
The orcs all looked at each other, licking tusks and adjusting of cod pieces.
“Gorga won’t like it.” Said Noggus as he turned with the Vorg’s and escorted them to the crater edge.
Down the inside edge of the great crater they passed, orcs all around proving their strength against each other with small brawls and game like tests of strength.
In through a cave entrance they passed and ventured deep into the belly of Nishrek through tunnels with solid iron walls. Eventually they reached the main cave where at the end on a raised dias sat GorgaÂ’s throne. The chief instantly jumped up arms raised.
“HURG! My son is here!”
He marched across the room, mouth wide open in a massive gaping smile and heavy black beard. His tusks long as daggers pointing up near to his eyes, one of which was absent and stitched closed with heavy black thread.
VorgazarÂ’s mother paced up behind Vorgazelle and stroked her hand down the elfish orc womanÂ’s mane of hair. It strangely resembled her own.
She rubbed her fingers over her face examining her looks and became wide eyed in amasement.
“Whut da fook is dat?!”
Gorga pushed Vorgazar aside and waded up to the elven blooded woman.
“Is me.” The two Vorg’s said at exactly the same moment.
Gorga looked confused, his heavy brow suddenly turning fierce, the idea of an elf blooded creature in his presence setting him into a frenzy.
His wife raised her arms across infront of Vorgazelle, somehow she understood this creature was her child. It was not enough to stop the Orc warchief who threw his wife to the ground and took a swipe at Vorgazelle with his axe.
Vorgazelle sidestepped the blow and reached for a ‘strange axe’ upon her back.
“No!” Shouted Vorgazar. “I wants dis for to be real.”
Gorga turned and looked at his son, a look of intrigue on his face. He then looked back to Vorgazelle.
“Her is a copy of me maked into a womanz and wif elf bluud. Maked by dis fookin magic devilz manz in Sigil.”
Gorga stared at Vorgazelle and helped his wife up off the floor. “As long as I da fookin chief youz ain’t bringing no elf in dis place.”
As Gorga turned to Vorgazar, Wallop! VorgazarÂ’s fist hit his father square in the snout. GorgaÂ’s ass hit the floor and bounced once before he came to sit staring up at his eldest son. Vorgazar then opened his hand and dropped a bloody eyeball on the floor at his fathers feet before lifting his eyepatch to show a freshly stitched together pair of eyelids.
At the side of the cave his brothers, Gorgunz, Worgza and their blue skinned, six fingered shaman brother, Mozgul all watched intently along with a good two dozen scattered orcan warriors.
Mozgul nodded with respect to his elder brother as Worgza and Gorgunz picked their noses.
Gorga rose and smirked. “Is about fookin time.” He paced up and put his face snout to snout with his son. “Youz know, is just shame youz turn out to be elf fookin little plane trotta.”
Suddenly the Warchief headbutted Vorgazar in the face and before Vorg could collect his vision the Orc uppercut his son hard into the ceiling. Vorgazar dropped from his fathers knuckles and could barely keep his legs stable but managed to stay up and stumbled back a few paces to recouperate himself.
Gorga drew a large round shield, painted in black with the eye of Gruumsh pictured on it. Vorgazar in turn equipped himself with his Shield and Greataxe, Chuk.
Both orcs lay into each other axe to shield several times neither giving way to the other until GorgaÂ’s axe stuck into VorgazarÂ’s shield hard at which point Vorgazar released hold on the shield and two handed swung his axe right over the top hitting Gorga square in the shoulder. The armour plate of the shoulder split in two and the axe sunk into the flesh beneath spraying blood up gorgaÂ’s neck and over his face.
“RRRROOOOAAAAARRGGHH!!!” Both orcs screamed together.
Gorga kicked the shield off of the end of his axe and dropped his own shield ploughing in hard with a massive sweep of his greataxe. The blade hit the floor as Vorgazar backstepped and backstepped again as the axe came up fast for an upper back cut.
Vorgazar spun to dodge and readied himself. The axe came down again and this time he stepped in grabbing the axe by itÂ’s haft. Before putting the flat of his axe into his father's face.
Gorga simply took the blow and wrapped his fingers around the top of the axe head tearing it out of VorgazarÂ’s hand and tossing it away. Vorgazar pulled his fathers axe down to the ground and stamped on it hard to break his fathers grip leaving the axe on the floor.
The two orcs now disarmed lay into each other with blows of their fists.
Small efforts to block on VorgazarÂ’s part deflected most of GorgaÂ’s wide sweeping blows. His pure orc frame tanked heavily in upper body muscle with a slightly hunched back reduced his flexibility greatly. Vorgazar however was straighter and more agile due to his human blood. He lay into a rapid chain of tight punches central to his fathers chest driving the orc back until the final punch he lay with a left hook across GorgaÂ’s jaw. As the orc fell back Vorgazar booted him in the chest and then ran in quickly to be on top of his falling adversary.
He came down both knees onto the chest, cracking GorgaÂ’s breastplate and pounding his fists both into his fathers face.
He grabbed his fathers long mane of black oily hair and beat his head hard, repeatedly against the dusty iron floor.
All around orcs stared in silence. To see a figure such as Gorga beat down so brutally was almost hypnotic. A warchief of Acheron, one of GruumshÂ’s finest who had lead so many armies against the one eyed god's enemies on countless planar excursions.
Vorgazar wiped his face of blood and looked to Vorgazelle and his mother who were standing nearby. Their mother looked a little nervous, Vorgazelle affectionately patted her on the head. He looked back again to his father who was spitting blood and teeth out onto the floor.
“Fookin does it already.” The warchief commanded.
Vorgazar stared for a moment. His face grew a smile. His father chuckled back through the blood and pain with a faint smile of his own.
“Youz fookin done me a proud.” Said Gorga
Vorgazar rolled off his father onto the floor next to him and lay on his back.
“I need youz.”
Gorga put his hands to his face and sat up clicking his jawbone in place.
“Thank fook for dat.” Said his father as he slapped Vorgazar on the belly and spat out another tooth.
“I ain’t goin to dat fookin Sigil place though, last time I went der dat lady whut her fookin namez toss me in a bluudy maze. Apparently her don’t like a 'real' manz squeezing her boob.”
All the orcs began to laugh.
“Well I da fookin chief nowz and I be squeezing da boobz right.” Vorgazar paused for a moment. “I needz a warparty, not too many so dems gotz to be ard fookerz. Maybe three dozenz. All in best armour wif big choppas. I needs dems not to be fookin tards either. Dems gots to understand whut is da Anarczitz and whut is da Red Defz we fightin and whut is da people who we fightin for.”
I gonna be da king of da hive so da peoples is gots to love me and mine enemies, fear.”
Gorga nodded. “I gots just da bunch for youz.” As he turned and smirked, his remaining eye glazing over black and from behind the stitches of his missing eye broke through small flashes of some evil red energies signalling the approval of Gruumsh.
From a heavy sprint Vorgazar quickly turned and grabbed Vorgazelle in a tight embrace and the two of them fell hard into a trench, at that second a massive metal cube maybe thirty foot wide pounded down into Nishrek where they were running. The metallic clang was deafening and echoed for miles around.
As the cube rose and floated away back into the dark the two orc bloods sat up from in their little trench. Both covered in iron dust and looking a little worse for wear.
“Fook it!”
“Fook it!”
Echoed from both their mouths in short succession.
A moment to gather themselves and the two started to pace once more towards their destination.
“Is near.” Said Vorgazar
“I know.” Said Vorgazelle
“I know youz know so shut up.” Said Vorgazar.
“Den why youz say dat?” Said Vorgazelle.
“I forgetz okayz!!! Fook sake.”
The two looked at each other with a smirk as they picked up the pace now. Ahead of them a cliff edge approached. The two punched off the edge with their feet still kicking through the air as the dark skies of Acheron opened up before them. Off the edge of the cube they flew out into the darkness. Gravity began to pull them down and as the new face of the cube flew passed and upwards behind them as they fell. Down became forwards and backwards became down and they started to decend towards the cube again.
Both of them leaned forwards screaming with elation as they came downwards and hit the ground running into their tribes own territory. Their running slowed and ahead they could see a small patrol of orcs wearing bulky armours and bearing all manner of large and cumbersome weaponary. A little further beyond, a rough structure sculpted from raw iron served as a simple barricade wall around the top of a crater.
“Noggus!” Shouted Vorgazar as he saw a friend amongst the orcs.
“Hey da, ooh youz bring womanz!” The orcs all perked up to look at Vorgazelle.
Suddenly they all brandished their weapons.
“Is dat a fookin elf?” one said.
“Is look bit like orcish elf…” Said another.
“Shut da fook up!” Said Vorgazar as Vorgazelle knocked one of the orcs unconscious with a single punch.
The orcs all looked at each other, licking tusks and adjusting of cod pieces.
“Gorga won’t like it.” Said Noggus as he turned with the Vorg’s and escorted them to the crater edge.
Down the inside edge of the great crater they passed, orcs all around proving their strength against each other with small brawls and game like tests of strength.
In through a cave entrance they passed and ventured deep into the belly of Nishrek through tunnels with solid iron walls. Eventually they reached the main cave where at the end on a raised dias sat GorgaÂ’s throne. The chief instantly jumped up arms raised.
“HURG! My son is here!”
He marched across the room, mouth wide open in a massive gaping smile and heavy black beard. His tusks long as daggers pointing up near to his eyes, one of which was absent and stitched closed with heavy black thread.
VorgazarÂ’s mother paced up behind Vorgazelle and stroked her hand down the elfish orc womanÂ’s mane of hair. It strangely resembled her own.
She rubbed her fingers over her face examining her looks and became wide eyed in amasement.
“Whut da fook is dat?!”
Gorga pushed Vorgazar aside and waded up to the elven blooded woman.
“Is me.” The two Vorg’s said at exactly the same moment.
Gorga looked confused, his heavy brow suddenly turning fierce, the idea of an elf blooded creature in his presence setting him into a frenzy.
His wife raised her arms across infront of Vorgazelle, somehow she understood this creature was her child. It was not enough to stop the Orc warchief who threw his wife to the ground and took a swipe at Vorgazelle with his axe.
Vorgazelle sidestepped the blow and reached for a ‘strange axe’ upon her back.
“No!” Shouted Vorgazar. “I wants dis for to be real.”
Gorga turned and looked at his son, a look of intrigue on his face. He then looked back to Vorgazelle.
“Her is a copy of me maked into a womanz and wif elf bluud. Maked by dis fookin magic devilz manz in Sigil.”
Gorga stared at Vorgazelle and helped his wife up off the floor. “As long as I da fookin chief youz ain’t bringing no elf in dis place.”
As Gorga turned to Vorgazar, Wallop! VorgazarÂ’s fist hit his father square in the snout. GorgaÂ’s ass hit the floor and bounced once before he came to sit staring up at his eldest son. Vorgazar then opened his hand and dropped a bloody eyeball on the floor at his fathers feet before lifting his eyepatch to show a freshly stitched together pair of eyelids.
At the side of the cave his brothers, Gorgunz, Worgza and their blue skinned, six fingered shaman brother, Mozgul all watched intently along with a good two dozen scattered orcan warriors.
Mozgul nodded with respect to his elder brother as Worgza and Gorgunz picked their noses.
Gorga rose and smirked. “Is about fookin time.” He paced up and put his face snout to snout with his son. “Youz know, is just shame youz turn out to be elf fookin little plane trotta.”
Suddenly the Warchief headbutted Vorgazar in the face and before Vorg could collect his vision the Orc uppercut his son hard into the ceiling. Vorgazar dropped from his fathers knuckles and could barely keep his legs stable but managed to stay up and stumbled back a few paces to recouperate himself.
Gorga drew a large round shield, painted in black with the eye of Gruumsh pictured on it. Vorgazar in turn equipped himself with his Shield and Greataxe, Chuk.
Both orcs lay into each other axe to shield several times neither giving way to the other until GorgaÂ’s axe stuck into VorgazarÂ’s shield hard at which point Vorgazar released hold on the shield and two handed swung his axe right over the top hitting Gorga square in the shoulder. The armour plate of the shoulder split in two and the axe sunk into the flesh beneath spraying blood up gorgaÂ’s neck and over his face.
“RRRROOOOAAAAARRGGHH!!!” Both orcs screamed together.
Gorga kicked the shield off of the end of his axe and dropped his own shield ploughing in hard with a massive sweep of his greataxe. The blade hit the floor as Vorgazar backstepped and backstepped again as the axe came up fast for an upper back cut.
Vorgazar spun to dodge and readied himself. The axe came down again and this time he stepped in grabbing the axe by itÂ’s haft. Before putting the flat of his axe into his father's face.
Gorga simply took the blow and wrapped his fingers around the top of the axe head tearing it out of VorgazarÂ’s hand and tossing it away. Vorgazar pulled his fathers axe down to the ground and stamped on it hard to break his fathers grip leaving the axe on the floor.
The two orcs now disarmed lay into each other with blows of their fists.
Small efforts to block on VorgazarÂ’s part deflected most of GorgaÂ’s wide sweeping blows. His pure orc frame tanked heavily in upper body muscle with a slightly hunched back reduced his flexibility greatly. Vorgazar however was straighter and more agile due to his human blood. He lay into a rapid chain of tight punches central to his fathers chest driving the orc back until the final punch he lay with a left hook across GorgaÂ’s jaw. As the orc fell back Vorgazar booted him in the chest and then ran in quickly to be on top of his falling adversary.
He came down both knees onto the chest, cracking GorgaÂ’s breastplate and pounding his fists both into his fathers face.
He grabbed his fathers long mane of black oily hair and beat his head hard, repeatedly against the dusty iron floor.
All around orcs stared in silence. To see a figure such as Gorga beat down so brutally was almost hypnotic. A warchief of Acheron, one of GruumshÂ’s finest who had lead so many armies against the one eyed god's enemies on countless planar excursions.
Vorgazar wiped his face of blood and looked to Vorgazelle and his mother who were standing nearby. Their mother looked a little nervous, Vorgazelle affectionately patted her on the head. He looked back again to his father who was spitting blood and teeth out onto the floor.
“Fookin does it already.” The warchief commanded.
Vorgazar stared for a moment. His face grew a smile. His father chuckled back through the blood and pain with a faint smile of his own.
“Youz fookin done me a proud.” Said Gorga
Vorgazar rolled off his father onto the floor next to him and lay on his back.
“I need youz.”
Gorga put his hands to his face and sat up clicking his jawbone in place.
“Thank fook for dat.” Said his father as he slapped Vorgazar on the belly and spat out another tooth.
“I ain’t goin to dat fookin Sigil place though, last time I went der dat lady whut her fookin namez toss me in a bluudy maze. Apparently her don’t like a 'real' manz squeezing her boob.”
All the orcs began to laugh.
“Well I da fookin chief nowz and I be squeezing da boobz right.” Vorgazar paused for a moment. “I needz a warparty, not too many so dems gotz to be ard fookerz. Maybe three dozenz. All in best armour wif big choppas. I needs dems not to be fookin tards either. Dems gots to understand whut is da Anarczitz and whut is da Red Defz we fightin and whut is da people who we fightin for.”
I gonna be da king of da hive so da peoples is gots to love me and mine enemies, fear.”
Gorga nodded. “I gots just da bunch for youz.” As he turned and smirked, his remaining eye glazing over black and from behind the stitches of his missing eye broke through small flashes of some evil red energies signalling the approval of Gruumsh.
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In the undersigil Iron Tusk compound the body of an orc Warchief is laid out on a hard wooden table. He twitches and groans in a terrible and deep sleep tormented by a dark magic as his Shamans try and piece together what to do.
As he fades into the darkest of nightmares he sees his father looking at him in a dissaproving manner, his mother with her back turned and orcs dying and falling all around him slain by his many enemies. As he cries out without sound something dark and looming moves over him in the dream, a foreign presence like a mind within his mind, an invader but in a sense a brother. He looks up to see the eyes of a Worg looking down at him.
The Worg bites down hard on the orcs arm and begind to drag him in his helpless state into a dark and foresty place. It is familiar, like he has dreamed it before.
Suddenly sound returns and gravity seems normal, colour fills everything and it almost seems as if he is awake.
"Where is dis?" Vorgazar says as he realises it is an orc that stands before him not a Worg anymore.
"Dis is a place youz will always be safe mine brudder, dis is my mind, my dream, here I can proteck youz, if youz can find me. But only when youz dream."
Vorgazar looked at the orc deeply puzzled.
"Who da fook is youz?"
As he fades into the darkest of nightmares he sees his father looking at him in a dissaproving manner, his mother with her back turned and orcs dying and falling all around him slain by his many enemies. As he cries out without sound something dark and looming moves over him in the dream, a foreign presence like a mind within his mind, an invader but in a sense a brother. He looks up to see the eyes of a Worg looking down at him.
The Worg bites down hard on the orcs arm and begind to drag him in his helpless state into a dark and foresty place. It is familiar, like he has dreamed it before.
Suddenly sound returns and gravity seems normal, colour fills everything and it almost seems as if he is awake.
"Where is dis?" Vorgazar says as he realises it is an orc that stands before him not a Worg anymore.
"Dis is a place youz will always be safe mine brudder, dis is my mind, my dream, here I can proteck youz, if youz can find me. But only when youz dream."
Vorgazar looked at the orc deeply puzzled.
"Who da fook is youz?"